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When; Tonight, 24 January
Rating; PG-13 so far (for drinking?)
Characters; Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, and OPEN (if you know Dean or Sam, you're welcome! or you could just be in the bar)
Summary; Dean's having a birthday. Sam doesn't care what he thinks.
Notes; Multiple threads, thread-jumping, whatever you want! It's a party, anything goes.
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After the prank he'd pulled earlier, Sam thought Dean might need a break. He also thought it might be prudent not to be home when Dean got there. So Sam staked out a favorite bar of Dean's, called some of his friends, and left a note.

Dean--

Hey, didn't feel like cooking so I went out. Meet me at [some bar, come on Dean, it's your favorite! they have tater tots], okay? I have something to tell you. Sam

There was a chance Dean wouldn't come, but it was a bar, and the house would be quiet and lonely, and Sam was pretty sure he'd come. In the meantime, he savored the thought of the day Dean must have had...

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Dawn shows up cause she and Dean are BFF's (except don't tell him that because she doesn't think he'd like being anyone's BFF) and Sam and her are slowly becoming BFF's too (not that Sam knows that, sorry Sam, she has plans for you). Anyway, she's there cause it's Dean's birthday. She's wearing a pair of skinny jeans with boots that come up over the hem of them to her shins. She has on a dark red blouse beneath a leather coat she just bought with her own money, go her.

She comes bearing gifts, in the form of double chocolate brownies. She knows that Dean has a sweet tooth just like she does, maybe other people will have one too. Lord knows she can't eat all of these by herself! Well, she can but that wouldn't be half as fun as sharing... supposedly.

"For me?" Sam teases, as he waves her over. He's glad people are showing up--of course, they're all girls so far, but when did Dean have any guy friends? He's just glad that maybe, just maybe, he can give Dean a decent birthday--and make up for the day that's just happened.

"So," he said. "Operation Annoy Big Sibling--think it was a success?"

Sam gets a big smile as Dawn makes her way through the bar over to him. And then he gets a one-armed hug since her other hand is full with the plate of brownies. "For everyone! And that so includes you and me, I don't care what anyone says." Sadly, she could name too many times when everyone hadn't included her so she has to point out that it does in this instance.

She sets the plate down and then turns to dig in her purse. "And I brought this. Cause everyone has to make a wish and blow out a candle on their birthday. And if Dean gives us any lip, I'll just pout. No one can resist a me pout. Trust me."

The one single candle goes in the brownie on top of the pile. Of course then she smacks a hand on her brow, wincing. "I forgot a lighter! Think this place has matches?"

Sam laughs. "I haven't seen it yet, but I'll take your word for it." Sam favored the puppy dog face, himself. He was glad she'd come. He liked Buffy, but Dawn seemed very different. "I have a lighter," he said, pulling it out of his pocket. Old habits, and all that.

"Not to worry, if you spend any amount of time with me you eventually get hit with a Dawn pout. It even brings down the great Tony Stark, which is saying something cause he's all great and stuff. Not to mention my sister with her Slayer self. My pout can bring her to her knees."

And Sam has been hit with a Dawn ramble. They happen often, nothing Earth shattering about them. Just nod and smile and pretend you're paying attention even if you didn't catch everything she said.

Her eyes light up at the sight of the lighter in Sam's palm. Picking up the brownie with the candle on it, she puts it on a napkin and holds it up for him to light the wick. "You are like the Dean's birthday hero today. You should get a medal or a gold star or something. Anyway you totally rescued this little birthday brownie, not to mention me since I'm the silly who forgot the lighter."

"I really hope there's no reason for you to have a lighter," Sam says, because he doesn't have a little sister but he can still feel righteous about smoking. He lights the candle, grinning. "Usually birthdays are a trip to The Sizzler. You know, on a good year." The kind that didn't involve dying and stuff. "So who's this Tony Stark? You said 'great' twice."

"Well if you ask him, he deserves a double great. And he's my boss at City Solutions here. I mean I ran it for awhile while he was gone but now he's back and I am so glad cause woah a load of stress is gone. I'm just me. Do I look like I could run a big company like that on a long-term basis?"

She shakes her head in answer to her own question, which was really rhetorical, but still. She wasn't made to run a big company like that, at least not yet. She got too easily distracted by shiny things to have that kind of focus.

"Now I'm just the second to Tony, do everything he needs me to do. And really, I'm good with that cause I can do like... eighty million things at once and tell people what to do instead of just telling people what to do and nothing else."

She takes a deep breath. "And sometimes I do carry a lighter cause fire kills vampires. The more you know, right?"

Sam shakes his head. "Not where I come from," he says. "Sometimes I wonder why all the rules are so different. Anyway, sounds like you don't want to be in charge because you don't have enough to do." He sound skeptical. Whoever Tony Stark is, and he may have encountered him once or twice on the network, he sounds like a douche.

"You know, I've noticed that too. All the rules are different in different places. Personally, a vampire you can't kill with fire is super scary to me. I don't have the whole brute force thing going for me like guys do, or my sister. I'm all quick on my feet and stuff but that can only get you so far. Sometimes I can't get the stake all the way through to the heart... and then there's that aim thing."

And then she suddenly realizes how lame she must sound to Dean's cute brother here. She should really be talking herself up instead of not. It sucks to be the nobody in a world of giant sombodies sometimes.

"I mean..." She tucks her hair back behind her ears. "I'm way better than I was when Buffy finally let me start helping out. But I'm more the research-y behind the scenes kind of help better than the in the mix kind of help... with that kind of stuff. I'm better with a computer... or a book... or a sword." Okay, so as far as repairing her lameness from before? That probably didn't go too far.

But Sam's smiling, trying to stop her just so he can reassure her she's cool. "It's hard," he agreed. "And you know, it'd be better if no one had to do these things, right? I know my dad and Dean didn't want to tell me. Tried to keep it a secret for as long as they could. I thought dad was off on business trips, you know. Or that's what they told me, anyway. I think I knew pretty young that wasn't it. But it's hard to learn when people are trying to hard to protect you, isn't it?"

At least, Sam thinks, Dawn didn't have to deal with learning she was some sort of chosen one, destined to let Hell into the world.

Dawn can relate to what Sam is saying so much, it's obvious in the way her eyes go wide and she nods at every word. She rests an elbow on the bar and her chin in her hands, her nose scrunching up just enough and a small, thoughtful crease forming between her eyes.

"Isn't it weird how they try to protect you from the inevitable and yet then since you're already so in the thick of the inevitable even without knowing it, their protecting you has left you pretty much useless in the inevitable? It's like because you were in this bubble, the inevitable kind of creeps up on you and then hits you like an eighteen wheeler speeding down a highway..." Or in a few words about a prophecy written in a journal by one of your favorite people in the world in which he refers to you as 'it' and 'the key'... take your pick!

Sam huffs out a laugh, though it's not the particularly amused kind. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah, exactly. And you know, once I knew, Dad realized he had to tell me. Teach me. Dean did most of it, though. I mean, I wasn't happy about the life but at least I learned how to defend myself."

But not from demon blood. Not from... destiny, or whatever.

"Actually, it kind of went the opposite direction, after awhile. I couldn't wait to get out. Have a normal life, you know? I just wanted to go to college. I wanted... to make a choice. And after all that protecting, Dad just wanted me to follow in his footsteps."

"We are like the same person only I always knew and only when another apocalypse was upon us did my sister decide I needed and deserved to know how to fight since normal was obviously not in the cards for me. Also, you're a boy and I'm a girl... so there's that difference in the same person idea too."

Wooo! Dawn ramble of weirdness. She can understand the needing to get out too. That was why she had tried to go to Berkeley, tried to get an education, tried to do some normal things before the supernatural sucked her back in. And even now that the crisis was averted she wanted to try normal again even knowing that eventually she'd get sucked back in. Stubborn little bb!Summers.

"So are you doing that now? Following in his footsteps? Cause sometimes trying to follow in someones footsteps can be all stress-inducing. Cause it doesn't always leave a lot of room to be you. And you've got to be you sometimes or you forget who you are... inside. And that leads to the badness of the doing things you wouldn't normally do kind. And that leads to regret and guilt and... you get the point."

She picks up one of the brownies and offers it to him. "Brownie?"

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Once Dean has accepted that there is going to be this whole party thing, he goes around chatting and socializing. He sits down next to Dawn, putting one arm around her shoulder.

"I can't believe I didn't get an ass grab from you. I'm hurt. It's my birthday and everything."

It's about time he came over and said hello to her. She smiles and leans over to give him a kiss on the cheek. Which she might add is so much better than an ass pat. Not only because it's sweeter, but it's also different from all the rest. She likes to stand out, okay?

"You get a birthday cheek kiss, no more. Well, there is more cause I made birthday double chocolate brownies. I was all chef-like in the kitchen. They may not be warm with the walk over here but they're fresh and that's what makes them awesome."

She gently nudges into his side with her shoulder. "Guess who's gotta make a birthday wish??" She looks at him pointedly.

It's more what he expects from her anyway. Dawn is very much a little-sister sort of thing as far as Dean is concerned.

"Hey, I'll take brownies over an ass pat any day." It's true, sadly, most of the time. He rolls his eyes at Dawn's suggestion though.

"Squirt, do I have to tell you how bad that's likely to turn out?"

"It's only likely to turn out bad if you don't have any faith that it can turn out good." Said as if this were the most obvious thing in the world. But that's what living in the shadow of and where she can constantly observe the Slayer has done to her. Buffy's birthdays rarely went off without a hitch. But every year, they tried to make something happen smoothly on her birthday. Sometimes it worked, most times not so much. But the point is that they try cause it's special and it's what family/friends do for each other.

She leans back and gives him a look, wide eyes, expectant, waiting for him to give in sooner rather than later cause he knows eventually she'll get him to give in anyway. "Don't make me get all Dawn pout-y on you cause I can break it out at a moments notice and it has more power than most magic spells I've seen, and I've seen a lot of magic spells after living with two witches for awhile."

And now she's side-tracked... cause she's Dawn. "I think my favorite one was the glamour one Willow used to do. She could make herself look awesome in two seconds flat. Everyone should be able to do that."

"Well you went and mentioned the pout. Now I gotta see the pout."

He chuckles a bit at her magic tangent. "Witches are whores but I guess I can make some exceptions and I'm pretty sure you can do the same thing without magic, Squirt."

Don't be offended, Dawn. His experience with witches hasn't been quite as positive as yours.

She would not be a good friend to Willow and would be dishonoring Tara's memory if she weren't at least a little offended. She gasps at his remark and then her eyes narrow at him, trying to decide if he's serious or kidding. She really can't decide. So prepare yourself for a Dawn ramble.

"Not all witches are whores, maybe the ones you've met. Some of them are nice, decent human beings who are one with the girl love and have nice, colorful and eclectic fashion sense. That's like saying all boys are dumb or all mystically created things are evil... which they're... not." She is totally not evil, okay?

But she recovers with a smile and that amused spark is back in her eyes. "But I will see your compliment of thinking I can get all beutified in two seconds flat and raise you a me pout."

In preparation, she flips her hair back behind her shoulders and tuens in the stool to face Dean straight on. She looks completely innocent and earnest at him. "Dean? Will you please make a wish and blow out a candle for your birthday?" And he will now get the full on power of a Dawn pout. "It would make Sam and I really happy."

He was sort of expecting the ramble. He got from the ramble before that she was friends with witches. He kind of shrugs and nods.

"Yeah, my experience with them haven't been nearly as positive and all boys are dumb, but you're right about the last one."

Proof that compliments are always good things to give out. They get you out of trouble.

The pout makes him laugh. Really laugh and he so rarely does. Finally he straightens up and nods. "Alright, how can I deny you and Sam both happiness."

He gives the brownie a skeptical look, like it's going to personally ruin his life then closes his eyes.

Let Sam be okay. Here. Home. Just let him be okay

Of course his wish would be for Sam.

He blows the candle out with one breath. "Happy?"

Oh, well she feels accomplished, to have made Dean laugh like that. Honestly, she isn't sure that she's ever heard that kind of free, open laugh from him, even through all their multitude of conversation and interaction. So really, it's a pleasant surprise. So much so that it's infectious and Dawn ends up with a bright smile as she laughs a bit as well.

"You really can't deny us, we're too cute to deny." She teases, amused as she glanced back to Sam.

She isn't sure weather Dean actually makes a wish or weather he just goes through the show of it for them. Either way, it makes her happy that he at least put some effort into it. She can't seem to get rid of that smile just yet as she nods at him. "Very happy. You've done a good birthday deed in a selfless kind of way. Plus, there's the whole having faith that things will be okay thing, which is really a big step for some people." She's thinking of both Dean and her sister.

She plucks the candle out of the top of the brownie and offers it to Dean as she sings a quiet (so very few can hear her) off-key ditty of the 'Happy Birthday' song that everyone sings. And when she's finished. "Happy birthday, Dean."

She should feel accomplished. There aren't many people who can get that sort of laugh out of him. It's usually a lot more bitter.

It's just one of those things. When you've seen and done all the things they've seen and done, your faith in the world kind of tends to wane. Dean's is so much lower than Buffy's has been since she jumped from that tower.

"Guess I can't."

He takes the brownie from her, listens to her sing and grins a bit before he puts the brownie on the bar and hugs Dawn tightly. "Thanks, Squirt."

"See? Told you. The Dawn pout is irresistible. I haven't met one who's been able to resist it yet. Of course that might be because I stay away from people who don't seem to like me at all. And you can really tell, you know? When someone likes you or they don't? Yeah. Now if I ever need you to do something I know how to get you to do it."

She picks up a brownie for herself and tears off a small piece to pop into her mouth. She chews it and swallows it down before speaking again. There are only certain crowds she'll talk with her mouth full to. Mostly just her sister, Xander and Willow.

"Can you taste the double in the double chocolate brownies?" She waggles her eyebrows at him. "Super double chocolate-y."

"Hey now, you start abusing things like that and people come up with an exposed immunity to it or something."

He takes a big bite of the brown and nods, half chewing it before he starts talking. "Definitely super double chocolate. You did good, Squirt."

"Well then I guess we're lucky that it isn't often that I'm all Dean!needy. More with the just wanting to hang out and possibly tag along to things I probably shouldn't. Which if you ask my sister, I do a lot of that."

She remembers barging into her sisters room, sometimes listening in from the hallway outside, occasionally trying to go do all the fun things she was doing with her friends. Yeah. She can be a tag-a-long sometimes.

"Thanks." She smiles at his brownie compliment. "I'm working on becoming a master chef in my household. They've been treated with a new dish every night this week, plus dessert. The dessert thing I'm awesome with but the actual cooking, sometimes I'm hit or miss. Sometimes we just have dessert for dinner on the nights my cooking is a big time miss."

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